Ivy White

Meeting Micah

This house is completely fucked, I thought to myself as I walked in. There were smashed glasses and plastic red cups scattered around the floor, people were dancing and jumping around like squirrels high off caffeine.

“Ivy!” I hear someone yell out my name I looked around but couldn’t see anyone I particularly recognized, I stepped over a passed out stoner on the floor holding my purse close to my side, looking around for the matching face to the voice that called out my name.

“Ivy!!” I paused and looked around again but for longer this time and still couldn’t spot out who it was

“EVANGELINE!” Snapping my head in the direction of the voice I saw who it was. I grinned wildly as I stumbled my way across a few more people.

“Hello lovely!” I yelled trying to over power the music that was blaring in our ears. “A bit late aren’t we?” My best friend Chantelle laughed. My smile instantly turned to a frown, and I tell that she noticed my change in mood.

Instead of drowning her in my past problems I shrug off a fake smile. “Yeah, get me a drink?” I ask to get what’s on my mind off of it.

She nods and walks off, with the smallest smile. We’ve been friends for 3 years, I know everything about her but not once have I told her about my past, I don’t plan on telling anyone.

She’s pushed it many times, night after night she notices something weird about my mood.

I want to tell her,  but I feel as if she’s starting to give up on me.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around and look up to a tall blonde guy, “Hey sugar what’s your number?” Sugar? What the fuck is this? He held out his phone and I grabbed it and jotted my number for him. He grabbed his phone back and took a photo of my for my contact photo just as I took a drag of my smoke, tilting his phone a little lower down then he should have been if he were actually taking a photo of just my face.

After the same happening with 3 other guys and me exchanging my phone with them Chantelle came back with my drink. I put out my smoke and took a drink.

“All better?” She asked with a small smile. “Yeah thank you”

Someone grabbed her hips and was pulling her to where everyone was dancing around, she pulled back but wasn’t strong enough, I saw the frustrating in her face and giggled at the sight.

“Fucking hell” she mumbled, “I’m gunna go alright? I’ll come by yours later” before I could reply she ran off with the guy.

I looked around to see if there was anyone interesting to associate with. An adorable guy sitting on a couch with his friends smoking a joint was eyeballing me while he was talking to them. He had a sexy little smirk on his face, he looked away and started talking with his friends. I quickly approached them and he grabbed me roughly and sat me down on his lap.

“What’s your name sweetie?” he said while playing with the tips of my long hair. “Ivy, yours?”

“Andrew” he said with a laugh. “You’re Ivy White aren’t you?” he asked, what?

“yeah, how’d you know?” I asked worryingly.

“Just been hearing stuff” he said grinning widely.

“okay, and what might that be?” I ask looking at him, trying to sound confident in myself